Caught and Embarrassed?

This happened to my husband not too long ago.  Oddly enough, I imagined myself to be the woman involved and on a day he and I couldn't fool around, I used it for maximum self-pleasure.  It's probably tame to some, but here goes anyways. Hubby and I go to the gym quite often on the weekends.  I take the classes while he uses the free weights and gym. He knows my classes end around 11a so he tries to go to shower near that time.  I shower after my classes, all this while still at the gym, and I take longer than he does, so he's usually done before me.

Except this day, one of my classes got canceled, so I found him at the bench press and told him I was gonna go shower and he said he'd give me a head start then go shower himself.  Well, I guess he miscalculated how long I'd take me because I got out before him, and I went to the daycare area and picked up our daughter, then started looking around for him.  I thought maybe he went to the front lobby.  Now I'm gonna tell the story from his point-of-view as he recounted it to me. Hubby: So I'm in the shower, and you know, somehow your body comes into my mind, which is a good thing, but also a bad thing.  This is a gym that allows teenagers also, and I don't really feel like finishing my shower then walking out of there with a hard-on.  I guess that's one plus about them putting in those shower stalls.  Well, my hard-on started, as I imagined you with your sexy ass in a thong while we were camping last week.  Man, when you walked out wearing a thong and thin spaghetti strap shirt, you instantly got me hard that day, plus today.  Luckily the guys who were camping next to us the day before left that evening, otherwise I might have to have fought them off.  As soon as I started to get hard, BAM!, I started thinking about work and grocery shopping, and other crap, to get rid of my hard-on.  Whcih worked, for a little while. But as I towel-dried myself, guess what?  Your ass was back on my mind.  I was pretty much done toweling, and didn't want to stand in the stall like an idiot, so I walked out, continuing to dry my hair, my hard-on at 75% mast.  Just as I was about to exit the showers I heard a high-pitch voice coming from the entrance to the men's locker room.  Thinking nothing of it, I assumed it was a younger kid.  I was toweling off my hair still, walked down the step from the showers, which I'm sure made my pole bob up and down a little, when I then noticed there was no more high-pitch voice.  No other sound either, like footsteps. So with the towel in my right hand I pulled it to the side and looked around for the kid that I hoped I didn't scare off because he thought I was some kind of perv.  Well, there was no kid, but a fully grown woman standing in front of me, just staring.  I looked at her nonchalantly.  I don't know, I just didn't care if she could see me or not, especially because I wasn't doing anything illegal.  Finally she spoke up,  "Am I in the wrong one?" While laughing I told her yes and she turned around turning beet red and trodded off.  She was a thicker woman.  The kind of thickness that hides curves instead of enhancing them. From outside I heard a familiar voice laughingly say, "You went into the wrong one?" as the girl responded with a stifled yes. {Hubby's part of the story ends here and mine continues} After laughing off what just happened with that woman coming out of the men's locker room, I continued searching for my husband.  I checked the lobby, the swimming area, even the gym.  Nothing.  Just as I was coming down the stairs I saw him walk by.  He was pretty surprised to see I had finished before him. Once we got into the car he said some woman had walked in on him in the locker room.  I laughed, thinking that was it, that maybe he was already dressed when it happened, but he went on to tell me the exact thing that happened, and whose fault it was that he was so hard.  That made me laugh even more, but instead of feeling mad, or jealous, or even embarrassed, I just found it funny.  Until later on when I imagined it was me, as a stranger, walking in on my hard hubby. Plus his naked body is nice to look at also.  I imagine she hadn't seen a naked man in person who looked as good as my husband for a while.  I then imagined a little more, like maybe this naked stranged in front of me would pounce on me, or let me touch him, or several other scenarios I've come up with.  So it has been an inspiration for me on some of those lonely nights when hubby has to go out of town and lil ol' me is left all alone.